December Snow

I shuffle through the fresh new snow while strolling in the park,
Seeing shadows start to form as it is getting dark.
So quietly and peacefully new snowflakes hit the ground,
And form a pure white layer and they never make a sound.

The soft flakes feel like drops of ice when drifting on my face,
And everything feels fresh and clean as I walk through this place.
The trees are covered with a coat of freshly fallen snow,
Then some have icy branches that give off a crystal glow.

The only sound that I can hear is little wisps of wind,
But only for a moment then the air is still again.
My heart is overflowing with a feeling from within,
A gentle, soothing, calming feeling comes to me again.

I stop to meditate and feel the breeze upon my face,
I need this time alone to touch my feelings and embrace,
The constant nagging question in my mind that causes doubt,
Once again I ask myself "what is it all about?"

December is upon us and the holidays are near,
It is a month when peace on earth is echoed loud and clear.
It is a month when people try to have good will toward man,
But always seems that good will ends as quick as it began.

If only people took the time to stop and smell the air,
If only people took the time to treat all others fair.
If only people did not feel they had to leave their mark.
If only there was peace on earth as I feel in this park,

As, I stood there thinking of the words that I just said,
I recalled words, something like this, that long ago I read.
It came to me as silently as snow upon the breeze,
"If my people turn to me and fall upon their knees"

I knew there was much more to it, those words were just the start,
But those few words were all I needed deep within my heart.
I did not need the other words, the meaning I had felt,
And in the freshly fallen snow, I bowed my head and knelt.

I felt the tears roll down my face and glisten in the snow,
Tears of joy or tears of sorrow, that I did not know.
I knew what I was feeling I could not feel on my own,
And as I spoke these words I know I was not there alone.

I understand I'm just one man, and lowly, meek and poor,
And as I understand the words you said you wanted more.
So peace I will not pray for but instead I'll pray for these,
I pray that all who call your name will fall down on their knees.

And at this Christmas season as so many times before,
Understand the reason what this season was made for.
Lift your prayers to heaven and then pray that they increase,
Remember that this season was made for the Prince Of Peace.

[ by James A. Kisner © 2002 (PoppyK1@aol.com) -- {used with permission} ]